Growing Up

I'm a little mannish motherfucker I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola" Here take a swig of this bourbon Hit that, hit that baby Aight dude, ay who who's foolin' right there? (who dat?) Aight nigga ay get down nigga Ay nigga get down nigga! ay nigga get down nigga (shit!) Wha', we about Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggas On the dope track workin' overtime full of fuckin 'd' (d!) Runnin' through somewhere in the neighborhood Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics Generatin' through mah street, a week Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright? When a motherfucker's starvin' and strugglin' Even on my hip pretty much needlin' and jugglin' There still ain't gonna never be enough lovin! I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets I know my time is comin', death is on me bad The walls is closin' in, I wish I had a dad But left when I was ten, so moms is all I had And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad And now she disowned me and she don't claim me Reverend wouldja put some blessin' oil on my head Before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass ? I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this fast life [Chorus: x2] He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh (he would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him) Ah, I page my ties even though the money's filthy Don't wanna go to church, because I feel guilty Nope - I don't wanna die, cause when the preacher preach the gospel I be ready to cry, up in the church of pentecostal I don't think I'm a make it to see twenty-five Til I wash my hands and come clean Shit I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen No life to give for that nastiness As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child He's easily influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd I'm willin' to do almost anything, Whatever it takes to make my allowance I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance Got me snatchin' up ? pickin' up hits Pick-pickin' indo's (do's), and pullin' licks [Chorus] But daddy? (yes son) tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh) Hook me up, like a tow-track man (aight) Ear-hustlin', make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?) When it comes to this thang man I'm connoisseur (connoisseur) I read through the punk registry in the robb report (what?) I come off like dat Grew up around slick talkers (ah) A pa-a poppin' con artists (what?) Go straight to the ? and get a bad leather jacket ? bankrupt! Boy you, Like you when I was younger But I got my life together And I bettered myself as I got older Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) A sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover) Street smarts with a degree and a diploma [Chorus: x2] Ah give it to me, uh Uh Uh Come on, uh Give it to me, uh